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“You want this?” He rubbed his hard cock through my wet folds.

“Yesss,” I hissed, loving the delicious friction, though it wasn’t enough. I shifted my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist, ankles crossed. I shoved myself upward while pushing my heels down so that his hips punched forward. “Ah, like that. More,” I gasped as my maneuver pushed him inside of me.

He groaned, burying his head into my neck. “So hot and tight and wet just for me.” He pulled back and thrust forward again, all the way to the hilt.

“Harder!” I demanded, and he raised his head to lock his burning gaze to mine as he began to thrust with abandon.

I grabbed his shoulders, holding on for dear life, my nails digging into his back as I met him thrust for thrust. He reached a hand up to my nipple, giving it a tweak and that little bite of pain gave me the last of what I needed. I came screaming his name. His movements became erratic as my walls clamped down on him as if desperate to keep him inside of me. Then his hips stilled and he threw his head back, filling me with hot jets of cum as his mouth fell open in a silent roar, his eyes fixed blindly onto our ceiling.

Afterwards, he rolled off of me, laying on his side next to me.

“We really do need a shower now,” I chuckled softly.

He groaned.

“You start the water and I’ll get a clean coverlet.”

It was a good thing we had unlimited hot water at our disposal thanks to the ship’s ability to recycle what was used because before we finished washing each other, we dirtied ourselves up again. Twice, in fact. None of my old apartments’ hot water heaters would have coped.

“I best get out before I ravage you again,” he said as I turned off the water once we were clean for the final time.

“Yep.”

He stepped out, wrapping a towel around himself.

“It’s only nine-thirty,” he called out from our bedroom. “Do you want to read in bed or watch a movie?”

I dried myself off and put my robe on.

“A movie sounds good. How about I pick this time though?” I knew if I didn’t, we’d watch something good but probably old thanks to the algorithms he’d created because of his viewing habits and his habit to select from the automatic suggestions.

“Okay. I’ll go make us some coffee.” He pulled on a pair of sleep pants and went into the bathroom to hang his towel up to dry.

“Replicate some pistachio biscotti with it, please.”

“One piece or two?”

“Just one for me, thanks, babe.”

He nodded, opening the door to go out.

Now I just had to decide what we should watch. I laughed to myself. Star Wars would be a hoot, I decided, thinking of his reactions to humanity’s ideas on advanced intergalactic civilization. I undid my robe and quickly slid on a clean pair of panties I grabbed from the dresser, before slipping on a nightgown. Yes, Star Wars was perfect.

“But only the first three in order of release,” I reminded myself aloud.

“Hm?” Proslo asked me, thinking I was talking to him.

“Just thinking about what we’re going to watch.”

“Ah,” he replied, following me into the living room. Placing our coffees and biscotti down onto the coffee table, he settled down onto the sofa, stretching an arm out. I cuddled under it, smiling up at him as I said, “Xero, we’re ready to watch a movie. Please play Episode IV: A New Hope.”

“Playing Star Wars: Episode IV, A New hope. May the Force be with you.”

I laughed as the wall rearranged itself to display a star field and John William’s famous score began to play as words scrolled up the screen.

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